Hello, Goodbye
Hello to the cachinnation from hysterical laughter perpetrated by friends now perceived.
Goodbye to the everlong lasting boredom, slumps and flatness that only books relieved.
Hello, the early mornings where the song and hymn of birds can be heard.
Goodbye, the days where ye woke from the time after morning where vicious wind whirred.
Hello people, person, man, woman anything and everything between.
Goodbye loneliness, stuffed, like a jailed bird, repeating a bland routine.
Hello spaces--open spaces--that were once robbed, the liberty and freedom from which I owned once more.
Goodbye to the enclosed room that used as a den to do anything I wanted, sitting on a chair in the unending hours which made me sore.
Hello to the days of productivity more than what has been done to the time where I was locked.
Goodbye, the time where an endless possibility of enjoyment can be done at even solitude like a solitary ship that docked.
To the lockdown, I bid thee farewell.
Sovereignty and a seeming emancipation outside shall we dwell.
I love the image of the Jailed bird repeating a bland routine; you have experimented with some inteesting words Axle.
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